Breath of Freedom by Sajitura

Images flashing me, forcing me to take a step back. The horror in my visions disturbes the little peace I have. Ereasing it into nothing. All left from my calmness is stress and anger.
The emotion is overwhelming, like water filling the room full. Making me drown in a pool of pain. I start to float with my eyes closed embracing the feeling of a weightless burden. Slowly, I feel how the air is disappearing from my lungs, turning this fallen paradise into a cage of slow death. The panic rises, yet I know, there is nothing to be paniced about. Instead of fighting this death, I devour it. Death can only bring me freedom. No matter how I look at it. When I realise that I have been closing my eyes all the time I open them in a rush, and then close them again.
What I saw was not what I expected to see. Instead of seeing myself drown I saw ten million stars falling, as if they were fleeing this horrible image. Beautiful. For every star that falls a scream is heard. A scream of pain, sorrow and horror. Life was dying and death was delivered by the hands of men. Image after image, vision after vision. This is a never ending thought. Why have I come to this place? I scream as loud and hard I can, shaking the very walls of my room where I meditate. My scream fades into a prayer. My prayer fades into a cry. My cry fades into a shape.
The shape of my words are twisted. I try to command them to go away but they're not listening. After shouting and screaming I realise how much hate is in my little body. As if my soul never experienced love or care. Why, is the question I keep asking, but no answer will ever calm the spirits down. A sacrifice is needed. What kind of a sacrifice? I know! I can sacrifice myself. Soul and mind cheering for my new insight.
Why is this happening? What has happened to force this event to occur? Could this be avoided? I don't believe so. All my life... events that has kept happening led me or rather, forced me, into this path I have walked. Every step on the way I have kept it a secret. Every step towards destruction has been my own choice. So tonight is the last night. All who will be offended or hurt I can nothing but apologize. Now the pretending ends.